Whirring lawnmowers. Annoying blowers. This was how my morning started. How could I attain quiet for a conversation with the Lord? I walked to my family room window and looked out. Bazillions of beautiful blossoms hung from the trees, and at the same time, spewed out their allergy-packed pollen as thick as fog, prompting tissues to peek out of all my pockets. A brisk breeze released the grip of the helicopters from the maple trees, as the tiny descendants concealed the ground in a blanket of ancestry. These sights and sounds heralded the profusion of nature’s new, spring season. As …
